Chapter Twenty-Four

Finley

" F ancy seeing you on a day off," Lucy chirped, then slid two glasses towards Kage and Finley, one with Shōchū, the other with Bushmills.

"Thanks," Finley took the drink and swirled the amber liquid slowly, recalling the days he'd tasted fresh whiskey at the distillery. "The curse of working in a BDSM club is wanting to use its perks on your weekend too."

Kage smirked, but nodded in agreement. He looked as hot as ever in leathers and tall boots, but this time the vee of his signature black shirt revealed a thick necklace with a padlock and a key. Finley touched the identical one on his own neck, tracing a finger over the engraving.

Regular patrons walked past them with mouths agape, some elbowing their partners, others looking more discreetly at the matching collars on Finley and Kage. Their meaning was clear among this crowd. It was well known that Kage had never taken a sub for more than a session, despite legions kneeling at his feet. Initially, that hadn't been what Finley wanted. Sure, the scenes had always been fantastic, but he'd considered Kage a friend, then completely lost himself in the man, and craved his dominance, his praise, his cuddles, and his heart. He'd been so naive when it came to the world of kink. Looking back at what he'd said and done, he realised he'd made a complete fool of himself. Now, he couldn't believe that he'd tried to break through Kage's barriers without even knowing they existed.

How could he regret a single moment of it all, though? Every interaction he'd had with Kage had led them to where they were now.

He felt a delicate touch over the pulse on his wrist, just above the purple cuff he was wearing. Looking up, he met Kage's gaze.

"You alright?" Kage mouthed the words.

Finley melted at the gentle way Kage checked in on him. This was Finley's first official appearance as a claimed sub. Considering his coming out and journey into BDSM had been so intertwined, this should be the easiest transition. Yet for him, it was the most important one.

Finley nodded and linked their fingers together, his thumb touching the club bracelets around Kage's wrist. Tonight, above Kage's black leather Dom cuff, the same steel purple one Finley wore shone in the club's dim lighting. They weren't here to play today. Well, not with other people at least, so the cuffs signalled that clearly to other patrons.

Kage took the stool next to Jared who was heart-eyeing Lucy as if she was Mona Lisa even though she was busy running the bar while looking like she stole Britney's red latex onesie back in 2000. Jared was on his way to becoming a regular Dom at the club, earning the trust and respect of patrons with his professional approach and sunshine attitude. Finley forewent the chair Kage offered to him, as the plug massager in his ass was pressing his prostate enough without him sitting on it.

"Lucy told me you're putting together a book on BDSM," Jared said to Kage, who gave Finley a side eye.

Finley bit back a smirk because, yes, he'd told Lucy all about it and was happy he had. Kage had been working tirelessly on editing his articles to fit better into a book format, but he was still researching how to proceed once the text was ready.

"Yes," said Kage, and pointedly sat on the stool at the bar. "And I thought I'd ask you if you'd like to contribute with your photographs. Lucy showed me a few and they would go well with the content."

"I'd love that." Jared beamed. "I'll email you my portfolio so you can pick which ones you'd like. We can—Oh!" He sat up, looking somewhere behind Finley. "Rod and Caleb are about to start their scene."

Finley turned towards the club proper, and sure enough, a big figure was setting up the stage further from the bar.

"Cheers. I'll be waiting for your email," Kage said, lifted his glass in thanks, and leaned into Finley. "Care to watch them?"

"Oh, yes." Finley followed Kage, who walked slowly but with aristocratic grace, supporting himself with a cane, and holding a drink in his free hand.

The strict no-touching-without-consent policy in the club not only made it a much safer place than any bar out there, but even in the crowd in front of a stage, people stood far enough apart for them to pass through. When they spotted Kage, they moved aside with a nod of greeting and a smile at Finley.

"Master Rod has been a guest Dom at Handcuffs for years, sometimes filling in for Master E, or doing demonstrations whenever he was in London," Kage told Finley in a lowered tone.

He nodded at the big bear checking the straps of the St Andrew's cross. His steel-toe boots were heavy on the stage's floor as he moved around, his leather trousers creaking with every movement. The wide belt gave handy spanking instrument vibes, but it served its purpose holding the leathers under Rod's round belly. The fur of his chest looked like a cushion for the name right above it that spelled Caleb i n intricate black letters. His bearded face held a clear smirk of anticipation, and his eyes gleamed with what could only be love, as he turned to the man emerging from the crowd.

"Tonight he'll be demonstrating whip and impact play with Caleb." Kage finished his drink and set it aside, then wrapped his free arm around Finley's waist. On their drive here, Kage had mentioned that Rod and Caleb were in a D/S relationship in the bedroom that was more casual in public. Rod wasn't playing with anyone else anymore, but they did scenes and demonstrations in clubs together.

Caleb strode naked onto the stage as if he didn't have an ounce of self-consciousness in his body. Tattoos adorned his naturally tanned skin, but it was Rod's name on his chest that drew the eye the most. Well, that and his half-hard cock swinging heavy between his toned legs. He walked like a Dom, with lean muscles bulging on his arms and back, but he bent over and grabbed his ankles like the perfect Sub, showing the base of the plug lodged in his ass.

Rod whispered something to him as he removed the plug, then replaced it with a prostate massager. The same type Finley had inside him right now.

Finley glanced at Kage, and the mock-innocent expression on his face was a dead giveaway. Dom plotting was afoot.

With practised movements, Rod strapped Caleb to the St Andrew's Cross, arms and legs spread. The audience's attention was glued to Rod's hands as he kneaded Caleb's muscles and caressed his skin from his shoulders to his round buttocks. It was a lover's touch, and witnessing it turned Finley on as much as the gang bang event at the club the week before.

Heightening the anticipation, Rod held a whip in his hand as he addressed the crowd and spoke about the importance of tagging only several areas of the body during impact play, like butt and thighs, upper back, and shoulder blades. He asked the patrons to take a step back from the area cordoned with a rope and flexed his wrist.

The audience gasped as a collective when Rod cracked the whip above his head, then sent it flying towards Caleb. Once red welts had formed on his ass and thighs, Rod put the whip away and picked up a tiny remote from the rolling table. The wink he sent Kage's way was so quick, Finley almost missed it.

The vibrations in Finley's ass started a second later and he couldn't control the moan that escaped his lips. Thankfully, Caleb reacted similarly at the device in him whirring to life, but his groan was a lot louder.

"You're evil." Finley whispered into Kage's ear.

"You love it." Kage pocketed the remote in his hand and caressed Finley's ass. "Imagine how ready you'll be for my cock later."

Finley released a strangled sound as his dick leaked precome into his leathers. Meanwhile, Rod was swirling two floggers in the air, giving some instructions that Finley was unable to focus on. He was not drawn into domming, not craving the responsibility and power. He'd much prefer to be where Caleb was, enjoying the attention, rather than thinking, planning, and staying vigilant during a scene. The act of submission let him keep his head clear of decision making and all worries. He'd never had a carefree time in his life, but he could finally experience that under Kage's care.

Caleb's moans grew louder with every swoosh of floggers over his upper back and ass. Finley grabbed onto Kage's arm to ground himself to his Dom even more, just as the plug in him started pulsing instead of vibrating. Every bzzt of the fucking thing tagged his prostate, but the pleading look he directed at Kage only got him a smug smirk in return.

"So this is the therapist, huh?" Finley shook his head in amusement as the big bear with a kind face and a mean hand wrenched moans out of his sub as well as the audience.

"Yup. I told you he knows what he's doing in terms of kink." Kage chuckled low.

"Well, okay. He definitely understands the scene." The floggers were creating a pink tinge on Caleb's skin right before their eyes. "Fucking hell." Finley flinched while Caleb wailed in pleasure, the man's cock leaking precome.

"Yeah, they're going slow tonight. Caleb likes to hurt."

"Oh…" Not all kinks were for everyone. As much as Finley enjoyed watching Caleb, he'd pass on being subjected to that amount of pain. That didn't mean he wasn't curious. But he did want to know more. "What else do they demonstrate?"

Kage patted Finley's ass in approval at his curiosity. "A few months ago they had a public stretching session for Caleb in Bristol. It was beautiful to watch."

Finley swallowed, trying to imagine thicker and thicker dildos sliding into Caleb's hole. "I wish I'd seen that."

"If you're interested, we can train your ass for girth or depth." Kage splayed his hand over Finley's lower back.

Finley needed more of that touch. Everywhere on him. Preferably right now. But he'd learned that patience would get him a bigger reward.

"Fuck. I don't know. Maybe." Finley squirmed, his gaze remaining on Rod and Caleb. "They're so hot together, I can't answer questions logically right now."

"My beautiful pain slut here," Rod's voice carried as he spoke up, "has mastered the uncanny ability to come from impact play only."

The audience murmured in awe.

"Let's see if he can do it for me today." He clapped Caleb's reddened ass with his bare hand and the sound mixed with Caleb's yelp. "No pressure." His chuckle was positively evil as he placed a metal bowl between Caleb's spread legs.

More florentine flogging followed, a cane, and finally, a paddle. By that time Caleb was a moaning mess and Finley was dying to touch his cock. Or better yet, for Kage to do it.

"Fuck, I can't." Finley buried his face in Kage's neck.

"Shhh. Hold on until the end of the scene." Kage kissed Finley's cheek then lowered the intensity of the plug's vibrations.

On the stage, Rod was whispering into Caleb's ear as he caressed his buttcheek. His bare hand made contact with Caleb's red ass in a series of rapid smacks.

"Now." His growl reached the audience as Caleb's body convulsed and he came into the bowl at his feet.

Then he and his Dom shared the drink in a display of their debauchery.

Finley tensed and took several deep breaths to calm his cock down. "I could watch them for hours if you would make me come too."

Kage chuckled. "Maybe we can arrange a private session where you get to observe their scene as I play with you. Would you be comfortable with that?"

"Looking back at our first session, I see I didn't fully let go. Maybe it was because I was exposed to the public. But in a closed setting…" Finley swallowed, his mouth dry. "Yeah, definitely. Do you think they'd want to?" he asked, watching Rod unstrap Caleb and lead him in the direction of the back rooms.

"It's worth asking. But I can assure you what you're seeing here is on the milder side of things for them, so they might be game. They're meeting us in the lounge in an hour and they're both ready for questions from us."

They headed towards Kage's private room holding hands, getting looks of respect, lust, and jealousy on their way. Finley held his head high, enjoying the weight of his collar on his neck and the attention it bought.

"What am I getting for being so good tonight?" Finley asked as they stepped into the room.

"A choice."

"Of?"

"I can fuck you hard and fast, and we can spend the remaining time in bed. Or I can draw out your orgasm longer, making it more gratifying but not immediate."

Finley breathed slowly through his nose, dizzy from how strung his body was. "Now. Please. I need to come on your cock."

"My horny Toy." Kage cupped Finley's cheek and kissed him briefly. "Strip and present face down on the bed."

Finley scrambled to comply, tossing his clothes wherever they landed. Usually, Kage made him fold everything carefully, building the anticipation, but he'd agreed to a fast fuck, so he had to deal with it now.

The plug was only gently buzzing in Finley's ass, but it was enough to drive him crazy. He gripped the sheets and released a long groan as Kage fucked him with the plug, then slid it out.

The emptiness was so hellish, even Kage's fingers caressing his rim didn't bring an ounce of relief.

"Please."

"What is it, Toy?"

Ugh, he'd make Finley say it. He always had.

"Can I please have your cock?"

"Yes." Kage slid his fingers in and out of Finley's hole. Two, maybe three, Finley couldn't tell. He didn't care.

Two leather-clad digits slid into Finley's mouth in a grip that pulled his head back and forced him to arch his back. He moaned around them, tasting leather as he relaxed his ass to accept Kage's slicked cock.

"Good thing I promised it hard and fast. Watching you squirm today while remaining such a good Toy throughout the session made me want to fuck you then and there. On the floor of the club and for everyone to see that you are mine." Kage pushed in all the way on a grunt.

Finley closed his eyes and thrust back, mumbling around Kage's fingers. "Fuck me as hard as you love me, Kage."

"I can't. I'd break you."

"You already have." Finley whimpered, dancing on the edge of being overwhelmed.

"Shhh. I don't need much right now, and neither do you." Kage slid his fingers out of Finley's mouth and gripped his hips in a bruising hold. "Jerk your cock and come with me." He pulled out halfway, then slammed back into Finley over and over again. Their bodies slapped as Finley worked his dick until orgasm hit him like a wave of love and lust mixed into one. He came on the sheets and Kage continued to fuck through the pulsing of his ass muscles around his cock. He spilled into Finley and they collapsed on the bed with Kage still buried deep.

"I don't feel like going anywhere," Finley mumbled.

"Not yet. But I want to see you walk through the club knowing your ass is full of my come with a plug holding it all in."

"Fine." Reaching for Kage's hand, Finley groaned. "You're scarily good at convincing me to do stuff."

After a half-hour snuggle, Kage's phone vibrated with a message, and he rolled over to check it. "Rod says they're heading to the lounge. I'll let him know I'll just plug you and we'll be there."

"Don't—"

"Just kidding, I won't." Kage turned his phone to show Finley the text saying they'd be there in ten minutes.

Finley frowned. "You know what? You can tell him." Finley put his head back on the pillow and lifted his ass up. He truly didn't care, or rather took pride in sharing his submissive side in the confines of the club and amongst his friends. He'd never been as open and comfortable about his sexuality and sex life as he was now. It was insanely freeing.

Rod and Caleb were waiting for them at a crescent-shaped booth that could easily fit eight people. Instead, Caleb took up half of it as he lay sprawled on his front, his red ass on display in a neon green jockstrap.

The network of people who'd met though kink was intricate, and Finley was learning that if someone was close with the group of his friends, they had to be good company.

"How did you like the scene?" Caleb asked in lieu of introductions. To be fair, they'd texted and chatted on video before, so they weren't strangers.

"It was intense. And beautiful at the same time," Finley said, as he took a seat on the crimson leather.

"Did you both get your rocks off after?" Caleb grinned, propping his chin on his hand.

Rod smacked Caleb's red ass, making him yelp and give him a playful glare. "That hurt! You'll make me hard again."

Kage chuckled, but squeezed Finley's thigh in a grounding "you don't have to take the bait" gesture.

But Finley was in awe of the openness and he craved it for himself. "We did. Thanks for the show. I love your matching tattoos."

"I tattooed us both." Caleb reached for his beer with a straw that allowed him to drink in his position. "Oh! I can tattoo you guys too! I have my kit with me in the trunk."

"I don't know," Finley said, when internally he was screaming yes already. His body was littered with ink, but Kage had none, so Finley wouldn't want to pressure him.

"I won't judge." Caleb shrugged one shoulder. "Even if you ask me to tattoo Kage's slut on your ass cheek."

"Caleb!" Rod lifted a hand to smack Caleb's ass, but Caleb wiggled away.

"What? I'm serious. I tattooed a dude's asshole last week! Not the actual rim, but a sun around it. Guess they wanted their sun fucked." He giggled. "It was tricky to position myself during the work but it ended up looking awesome. Next week I have a guy wanting a snake on his dick. No joke."

"I like that idea," Kage said and took Finley's hand.

"Of a snake on your dick?" Caleb asked.

"Of matching tattoos." Kage met Finley's gaze. Could he see how much Finley wanted to have another proof of their belonging to each other carved into his skin? His chest hurt at the very thought. "Maybe Caleb could design two linked golden handcuffs to symbolise us? He looked from Finley's grin to his forearm and back. It would look great here."

"And here." Finley pointed to his own forearm.

"Our tattoos are like wedding rings." Rod spoke, his voice a soothing rumble. "But some prefer a more traditional approach. Now tell us about this joint venture you're planning that combines a collaring ceremony with a wedding."

Finley put his head on Kage's shoulder to let him know to take the reins.

Lucy's idea of joining Kage's skills and Finley's being ordained sparked a conversation between him and Kage that had led to figuring out how it would work and if anyone would be interested. Jagoda was on board with the idea of Handcuffs facilitating marriage collaring events, and once the word had got out, people started signing up.

As Kage talked, Finley thought of the rings he'd bought two weeks before. Tonight, when they'd be sitting in the quiet of their home, he'd propose. Their collars were their equivalent of wedding bands, but Finley wanted Kage to wear something of his as well.

He'd taken the risk of going through the looking glass into the unknown land of The Golden Handcuffs, and while the world was wicked, he'd found friends who were like a family and a partner who understood his every need.